Rain DeGrey \-Countdown to Relaunch - 11 of 20

Rain DeGrey can take pain until it folds into something like warmth. Metal bites her wrists, her thighs, her ribs, until she’s locked onto a Sybian that hums like an engine under her cunt. The machine drags the first climax out of her like a hook yanking a fish. She jerks, grits her teeth, swears she can ride it out. Then the second rolls in, wet and merciless. The third claws through her belly before the second has even faded. Her hips fight the cuffs; the cuffs win. Orgasm number four cracks something open. She’s soaked, shaking, eyes glassy. The vibrator keeps licking her raw nerves and the metal won’t give an inch. Breath turns ragged. Words fall away. All that’s left is the pulse of the motor and the slick, burning slide of too much. She knows there’s no switch to flip, no safe word that stops the current ripping through her clit. Panic rises like bile. A thin, broken sound slips past her lips. Tears streak down flushed cheeks. Her body keeps coming even while her mind curls up somewhere small and dark, praying the hum will end before she splits in two.